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letra de where ya at (remix) - lud foe

verse 1
i just heard the feds watching me they on something
i just heard the club rocking like a homecoming
you ain’t gotta’ hold sh-t i tote my own llama
it’s gon’ be a hot winter and a cold summer
i just bumped your b-tch and i gave her the wrong number
got the boatload full of c0ke and marijuana
i got a .44 fill that b-tch with all hollows
if you a ugly b-tch get lost i only f-ck with models
where the f-ck ya’ -ss was at when i ain’t have a dollar
i heard she a thirsty hoe, i gave her some to swallow
mac 11 on the seat, that’s my baby mama’
i know they gon’ gold me down if i got a problem
body full of codeine and some grape juice
i was ‘post to drink a deuce, i drunk the whole bottle
these rap n-ggas talk sh-t like they bullet proof
but when you catch them in the streets they don’t do nada
pull up on a old school in some new shoes
pull up on the opps block with some new tools
young n-gga going in, call it curfew
your just a swagger jacker, boy don’t make me merk you
i will really, i will really really hurt you
what you need, i’m the plug, i’ll serve you
i just eyeballed the work on knee scale
double c’s on all my hoes i dress them in chanel
where you was when i was hungry, i ain’t have a meal
didn’t give a f-ck, i die to live ’cause i was in the field
at the table counting money, bunch of thousands
but where the f-ck ya’ -ss was at when i ain’t have none
n-gga where the f-ck was you when i was in the stu
n-gga where the f-ck was you before i had the juice
n-gga where the f-ck was you, man i didn’t have a clue
n-gga where the f-ck was you when we was bussin’ moves
n-gga where the f-ck was you when i ain’t have nun’ to lose
at the table shaking dope the junkies call it food
in the club we buy the bar out, that’s what we do
but naked b-tches up in my house, we like ’em nude
i got paid for a feature, spent it on foreign shoes
a bunch of groupies, jacuzzi cuchi, these b-tches rude
wildin’ out on the audi ’cause i don’t like the coop
check the scales we was winnin’ b-tch we don’t like to lose
where ya’ -ss was at when i was trapping like a fool
where ya’ -ss was at when hoes didn’t show me graditude
where ya’ -ss was at my mama’ had to raise a soldier
f-ck where you was at when n-ggas tried to f-ck me over
where ya’ -ss was at when all these rappers turnt geechie
where ya’ -ss was at when it was colder then a freeze
where ya’ -ss was at when ain’t n0body wanna feed me
now they getting mad when they see me on the tv
where ya’ -ss wa sat when we was shaking up that dope
where ya’ -ss was at when i was sleeping in the cold
where ya’ -ss was at when i was down bad, broke
now you wanna hang ’cause you see i’m fidna’ blow
where ya’ -ss was at when i was sleeping on the floor
where ya’ -ss was at when mama’ said i gotta’ go
i’m a get some dope and i’m a go and get some more dope
all these rappers p-ssy, rocking dresses they some hobo’s
i’m whipping up a bentley got my wrist in the bowl
i robbed a show and spent that sh-t with all of my bros’
i’m boochie gang i rep that sh-t with all of my bros’
we gon’ run a train, we swapping out with all of these hoes

- lud foe

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